Countess. My dears! why do not you go to your supper?
Annabella. Because he has come to show us what Turks are like.
Wilhelm. Do not be angry with her. Do not look down, papa!
Count. Blessings on you both, sweet children!
Wilhelm. We may go now.
Countess. And now, Ludolph, come to the table, and tell me all your sufferings.
Count. The worst begin here.
Countess. Ungrateful Ludolph!
Count. I am he: that is my name in full.
Countess. You have then ceased to love me?